Mythical Era: My Evolution into a Celestial Beast
Chapter 794: The Mark of Temporal Reincarnation, Suppressing the Two Dragons

Chapter 794: The Mark of Temporal Reincarnation, Suppressing the Two Dragons

As the Thousand-Armed Buddha statue’s power faded and the stone gate crumbled apart, it revealed a far broader space shrouded in drifting mist, where a majestic palace hall loomed tall and solemn.

Chen Chu sensed intense spatial fluctuations coming from behind the gate; it was clearly a sealed spatial fragment.

As soon as it surfaced into reality, it was instantly suppressed by the principles of heaven and earth. The grand hall, forged of white stone and towering over a thousand meters high, trembled continuously under the pressure.

As soon as he saw this, Chen Chu's figure blurred into a streak and shot inside in the blink of an eye.

Watching his silhouette vanish, Gao Tianxiang and the others struggled to rise from where they had landed. They gazed toward the misty realm beyond the gate, their expressions hesitant.

Aside from exploring the ruins, Chen Chu had also come to rescue them. Naturally, he hadn't accidentally killed anyone with his immense power.

The residual force from that explosive punch had indeed been overwhelming. However, when it swept over the group, it had merely flung them into the air, the impact only forcing a mouthful of clotted blood out of their lungs.

Someone hesitantly asked, "...Captain, are we going in too?"

Gao Tianxing slowly shook his head. “There are things we should not touch—stepping beyond our bounds means certain death.”

Recalling the devastating power unleashed when the stone gate had exploded, and that black-haired youth who had shattered heaven and earth with a single punch, everyone else involuntarily shuddered.

Indeed, one should only eat from a bowl that fit their hand.

"Gather yourselves. We’re heading back the way we came. See if we can find the remains of the veterans and bring them home for a proper burial." At his words, everyone’s expression dimmed as they turned and left.

***

Though the palace ahead looked close within the mist, in truth, it lay more than ten kilometers from the sealed gate.

The palace had no door, only two massive stone pillars standing tall like the Southern Heavenly Gate of the Jade Emperor’s palace, with an empty space in between. It looked as if anyone could walk in freely.

However, Chen Chu saw through the illusion with the vertical golden-black pupils that appeared in his eyes—there stood a formidable barrier, invisible yet solid in the air.

Boom!

The barrier, with defense as powerful as a Ninth Heavenly Realm cultivator’s, shattered the moment Chen Chu crashed into it. As he stepped into the palace, the ancient engravings carved into the walls on both sides began to glow.

The runes emitted radiant white light that converged at the center of the hall, forming a colossal figure over a hundred meters tall, with a projection of a thousand arms fanned out behind it. Its hands were forming a mysterious seal.

Then a vast and mighty spiritual will shook the palace, its voice ancient and solemn as it resonated through the air. “So... this sealed palace has finally been opened?”

The projected figure’s gaze was vacant, looking downward as though seeing Chen Chu, yet also looking as if it was merely speaking to itself—just a fragment of lingering will from the past.

"Successor of the future, for you to arrive here, your strength must have reached at least the ninth tier. You are qualified to receive the Emperor’s Command Emblem from my hand.

"I am War General Luotian, first among the seventeen war generals under the Radiant Emperor's throne. I once commanded the Kun Expansion Legion, charged with eradicating the remnants of the Void-Eyed Race.

“Alas, on our return after completing the mission, we were ambushed by a powerful enemy. Space and time collapsed—we fell into the trap of this world plagued by a declination era.

“But I was the emperor’s foremost war general, undefeated among peers. Even king-level enemies fell before me when I burned my origin wielding the Emperor’s Command Emblem...”

What followed was a ten-minute monologue of a once-peerless warrior recounting his past.

During a cataclysmic battle nearly ten thousand years ago, the two armies had ravaged most of the world, ultimately perishing together. Only a few humans survived, while he himself had been severely wounded.

The suppressive principles of the declining world prevented his grave injuries from healing, and his life essence slowly drained away. He no longer had the strength to tear through the unyielding world barriers and return to the mythical world.

In the end, he left behind several arrangements and perished within this palace, his final resting place.

This included scattering fragments of treasure maps across the world. Should future generations of humanity find this place and overcome its trials, they could inherit his legacy.

One had to first pass certain trials to approach the Thousand-Handed Buddha gate, then decipher the runic codes engraved on it to unlock and enter the fragmented spatial world beyond.

Though this world had fallen into the declination era at the time of his death, the cycles of worlds and life were eternal—where there was decline, resurgence would follow.

Thus, he believed that as long as humanity endured and its civilization continued, there would come a day when someone, aided by the arts left behind, would walk the path of cultivation once more.

Just as he had foreseen, ten thousand years later, the laws of this world began to shift, and through mutated viruses, humanity embarked once more on the path of body enhancement.

Only, Chen Chu was a bit too strong, directly blowing the gates apart.

After about ten minutes, the will’s projection finally dissipated, and from the air descended a jade inheritance token and a palm-sized silver command emblem.

The silver emblem radiated strands of profound energy that even stirred the time-based power corroding Chen Chu’s body.

Chen Chu smiled as he reached out and caught the items in one swift motion.

Storing away the jade token containing the legacy of War General Luotian, Chen Chu shifted his attention to the so-called Emperor’s Command Emblem. This item was likely the key to resolving his issues with temporal power.

In the Ancient Civilization, experts were ranked as war generals, kings, and emperors. So far, Chen Chu knew that war generals were mythical-level beings, while kings could be either heavenly king level or supreme level.

The emperors surpassed even supreme beings, comparable to true ancient spirits. Any artifact left behind by such an existence would be a supreme treasure.

However, at the moment, the silver emblem’s radiance was faint. Though it still emitted faint traces of profound energy, it felt no different from an ordinary token while it sat in Chen Chu’s hand.

Boom!

The moment Chen Chu’s divine soul and will touched the command emblem, a massive counterforce erupted from within. A flash of silver light burst forth, sending a violent shockwave through his consciousness, and his face instantly paled.

Chen Chu steadied himself with a slow exhale, his expression darkening with caution.

The emblem had been bestowed upon Luotian by the emperor himself. Aside from Luotian, no one else had the qualifications to use it. Even at his peak, Chen Chu wouldn’t have been able to forcibly refine it.

“No... there’s another way.” A flicker passed through his eyes. They then turned pitch-black and hollow as a dreadful soul power spread out from his body, distorting reality and twisting space.

Gradually, a towering figure took shape behind him, crowned with the Imperial Crown of Twenty-Four Heavens, and draped in a black imperial robe.

At the same time, a black imperial seal condensed in Chen Chu’s left hand. A miniature white galaxy slowly rotated within, releasing an aura capable of suppressing all of the heavens.

This was the emperor’s legacy Chen Chu had acquired from the Void Continent, left behind by an ancient emperor named Heng—a complete primordial principle, still in its blank state.

This principle seed was whole. If Chen Chu could cultivate to the peak of the heavenly king level, he would be able to use it to step into the supreme level in one stride, and even gain a chance to become an emperor.

Hum!

The moment the Soul-Suppressing Imperial Seal appeared, the command emblem responded to the principle seed’s aura. It burst into radiant silver light, dyeing the very world around it in shimmering silver.

Bathed in the light of the emperor’s emblem, time itself came to a halt. The flow of light froze.

The primordial principle within the Soul-Suppressing Imperial Seal quivered as well in response to the influence of another emperor’s power, releasing a piercing white radiance that seeped through all things.

As the two powers spread, the entire fragmentary micro-world transformed into a silver-white realm.

Everything fell into stillness, isolated from the outer world. Even the oppressive principles of the declination era, previously encroaching on the micro-world, were shut out entirely.

Chen Chu, crowned and robed like a dark sovereign, stood still with unfathomable eyes, silently comprehending the information pouring forth from the emblem.

Luotian had not only been a war general under the Radiant Emperor, but was also a half-disciple. Because of his unique divine and innate abilities, he had been granted the Emperor’s Command Emblem.

It was not only capable of commanding every legion under the Radiant Emperor, it also contained a divine ability legacy known as the Mark of Temporal Reincarnation.

***

While Chen Chu was immersed in the inheritance of the special divine ability, far away in the Ancient Clam World, the Silver Colossal Dragon, its body radiating a bloody and murderous aura, stood before the patch of ruined ground around the Destructive Dragon Emperor, growling repeatedly. Ao Tian... Ao Tian!

The Dragon Emperor had just finished consuming its meal. Its body had grown to over 2,230 meters in length, with a shoulder height surpassing 800 meters, making it appear even more fearsome and formidable.

In contrast, the Silver Dragon, only about seven hundred meters long with a shoulder height of three hundred meters, looked like a child before the Dragon Emperor, barely reaching its knees.

As the Silver Dragon roared over and over, the Dragon Emperor’s golden vertical pupils finally shifted slightly. Then, it slowly lowered its head and growled in a deep, rumbling voice. You... are... back... Sai... xi... ti... a...

The Silver Dragon proudly roared in reply. Under the command of the great Saixitia, we slaughtered all before us. We wiped out the remaining Black Abyssal Lizardmen!

The Dragon Emperor’s gaze slowly swept over the equally excited Golden-Blue Colossal Dragon and the Single-Horned Kunpeng, then paused and nodded.

Worthy... of... Sai... xi... ti... a... Impressive.

Of course! The great Saixitia is always impressive—it’s just that I usually let Ao Tian win out of kindness. Puffed up from the Dragon Emperor’s praise, the Silver Dragon’s tail perked up triumphantly.

From afar, the Longjia King, towering over the land, watched the scene unfold with a strange expression. It looked like an adult encouraging a child.

In truth, this battle to purge the Black Abyssal Race's stronghold hadn’t been difficult at all. With their main forces already annihilated, the enemy’s lava rift ten thousand meters below sea level only housed some hundreds of thousands of ordinary Lizardmen and over a thousand Black Flame Whales.

Those transcendent creatures had posed no threat whatsoever. The colossal beasts didn’t even need assistance—they surged forward in excitement and wiped everything out without a single setback.

The Golden-Blue Dragon stepped forward elegantly, raising its dragon head as it softly growled, Thunder Fiery, the great Thorsafi found many Life Crystals this time—we’ve brought them all back for you.

Before the Dragon Emperor could respond, the Silver Dragon reflexively growled, Thorsafi, where did you find those Life Crystals? How come the great Saixitia didn’t see any?

The Golden-Blue Dragon shook its head and said, Saixitia, you’re too slow-witted, of course you missed it. While you were busy chasing down those aliens, the great Thorsafi had already ventured deep into their lair.

Deep within a vast cavern in the lava layers, I discovered an empty chamber filled with life crystals and Lizardmen eggs. It looked like a hatchery.

Apparently, the word “slow-witted” struck a nerve. The Silver Dragon immediately flared up, wings spread in rage as it roared, You despicable Thorsafi! You just called the great Saixitia an idiot again!

I challenge you to a duel! Today I’ll beat you, stand on your back, and shame you properly!

Immediately, the Golden-Blue Dragon flared its wings as well, unleashing a radiant multicolored light and roaring back, A duel it is! Let’s see who’s stronger—the great Saixitia or the mighty Thorsafi!

The sudden shift left the other colossal beasts—the Kunpeng, the Deep Sea Dragon Turtle, and the Nine-Headed Serpent—completely stunned just as they had been preparing to step forward and claim some credit.

Wait, what? Why are those two suddenly about to fight? Just moments ago they were getting along so well. They even blasted their breaths in unison to obliterate the Black Abyss Race’s rift.

As the Silver Dragon and the Golden-Blue Dragon exchanged words and prepared to clash, two massive black-and-red dragon claws descended from the sky.

Boom!

The Silver Dragon, shrouded in black storm winds, and the Golden-Blue Dragon, whose body gleamed with condensed crystals, both sank with a heavy crash as their massive bodies were slammed into the earth. The ground beneath them shattered, leaving only their heads and bent wings visible aboveground.

This scene made even the likes of Qiongqi and Zhulong twitch at the corners of their eyes. Instinctively, they stepped back two paces.

It was too brutal. In front of the current Dragon Emperor, the two mythical-level colossal dragons looked like mere hatchlings—dazed with a single slap.

Ao Tian! Why did you hit the great Saixitia? Let me go now! I’m going to teach that Thorsafi a lesson today!

The Silver Dragon snapped out of its daze and immediately started roaring and struggling beneath the crushing claw. Its powerful aura exploded outward, shaking the entire island violently.

The ground cracked open, and massive fissures dozens of kilometers long spread in every direction.

No matter how fiercely the Silver Dragon struggled, however, it couldn’t budge the Dragon Emperor’s claw even slightly.

Meanwhile, the Golden-Blue Dragon, also pinned down, simply lay still. It didn’t bother moving, just calmly watching the Silver Dragon thrash about.

As expected, this idiot hasn’t changed. Even Thunder Fiery intervened—it's obvious the fight isn't happening today.

Amid the swirling dust, the Dragon Emperor finally rumbled in a deep growl, its voice like thunder from the abyss. Enough, Saixitia. Stop messing around. We still have business to take care of.

At the mention of “business,” the Silver Dragon paused mid-struggle. It looked at the black-and-red colossal beast with a confused growl. Business?

Didn’t I say? Now that you’re all back, we’re taking this world with us. Let’s go.

With that, the Dragon Emperor lifted its massive claws off of the two dragons. Its colossal body stepped forward, crushing the void beneath its feet as it soared over the heads of the other beasts. Behind it, its thousand-meter-long, black-and-red tail swept through the air like a mountain range, exuding overwhelming pressure.

Outside the Ancient Clam World, the Dragon Emperor stood tall, its golden vertical pupils cold and distant. Strands of black lightning danced across its massive body, while golden flames ignited around it. From its dorsal fins, blinding blue-violet light radiated outward.

Boom!

A fearsome, ruthless aura erupted from the Dragon Emperor. The heavens and earth trembled, and the sea exploded outward. The ocean within hundreds of kilometers was violently forced back, leaving behind a vast, waterless zone.

Space itself began to distort under the Dragon Emperor’s dominion. Ahead, a rift passage stretched for thousands of meters in length and over a thousand meters wide. Around it shimmered a hazy projection of the Ancient Clam World.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The light radiating from the Dragon Emperor intensified, as endless black and red lightning streaked across the sky and land. Amid the blinding light, nine tangible chains emerged, stretching into the void and coiling around the rift world.

Roar!

The colossal black-and-red beast reared up and let out a sky-splitting roar. Its massive front claws reached into the void and, with a sudden heave, lifted the projected form of the Ancient Clam World.

Boom!

The world, bound by the nine law chains, began to tremble. The void around it ripped apart, as thousands of kilometers of space quaked violently.

Boom!

Carrying the Ancient Clam World on its back, the Dragon Emperor moved. The ground beneath its feet fractured like brittle glass, black rifts spiderwebbing outward with groaning, cracking sounds, unable to bear the weight.

Ao Tian, invincible! Witnessing this, the Silver Dragon let out an ecstatic roar. It soared in circles around the Dragon Emperor, who bore the weight of a world, unleashing one high-pitched cry after another. Ao Tian, invincible!

Even the Golden-Blue Dragon felt its blood surge with excitement and joined in, adding its own roar to the chorus. Invincible!